I do things like write and art and major in English even though I would like to major in everything. Lots of reblobbing--cats, art, social justice, ridiculous things, fan things, current obsessions (Welcome to Night Vale). I also write a fair amount of text posts that are often complainy but sometimes relevant and occasionally optimistic. Interested in mental health. I will talk about my own mental health.
Note: I tag gifs, gif sets, flashy gifs, "seizure warning," and common triggers. If you see something you would like tagged, please let me know.
DO NOT DISMISS A SOMETHING A CHILD IS PROUD OF. LOOK AT IT. POINT SOMETHING OUT AND TELL THEM YOU LOVE IT. IF A CHILD DRAWS YOU A RAINBOW, TELL THEM YOU LOVE HOW IT HAS RED. THEY WILL THINK “WOW. IT DOES HAVE RED. THEY LOVE HOW I PUT RED IN IT. I PUT RED IN IT. AND THEY NOTICED.” MAKE SURE YOUR CHILD KNOWS YOU ARE PROUD OF THEM.
its a beautiful time to be alive
It gets better—the guy is deaf, and he taught his cat the sign for “food.” So the cat’s not just saying “put that in my mouth,” it’s actually signing
Best thing I have ever seen I love cats so much omg
Your cute cat of the day
Not only that, but if you notice at the beginning, the cat *gets the man’s attention* as any person who wanted to talk to a deaf/hoh individual would (well, and vice versa IME). I’ve done sign since I was 5, and generally, w/o eye contact initially, you wave a hand or lightly touch the arm (if that’s ok with the person you’re trying to converse with, of course).
Generally, adult cats meow mostly to humans, but this cat has figured out that’s not going to work and has adapted. Animal companions! They are INCREDIBLE.
What a smart, sweet kitty!
this is the cutest thing ever omg
im laughing so hard at this straight pride flag like i cant even be mad about it bc its just so accurate, this is straight people
Have any of you ever… almost?
big puffy gorgeous ridiculous like what the fuck are you
It’s a manul, aka Pallas cat, aka wild lumploaf and they are basically the best and most ridiculous big puffy gorgeous ridiculouses in the world.
they’re also HATEFLUFFS. here is synok, a manul hand-raised from kittenhood, greeting a visiting conservationist. here are some manul kittens.
i’m looking for posts on the bitter drop i made and didn’t tag and i came across this. enjoy.
oh my gosh they’re so angry.
Even though some of the links go directly to the iTunes or Android store, still double check them because most of them are available of both platforms as well as others :)
reblobbing so i can check these out later
Little Poppy Pug #wip #gouache #illustration #pug #poppy
The finches are very loud in the second floor hallways of New College’s ACE building. The wind and the cars make sounds, too, but they’re pale beneath the whistles of the fluttery, little birds. I think they’re building a nest in one of the light fixtures—there’s a lump of Spanish moss tucked in between the rims that couldn’t have gotten there naturally. There are a few finches hanging around. Some have thick brown dashes spilling down their bellies and one’s head and chest is a cadmium sort of red.
It’s hot up here, so I took off my boots and tied up my hair with the hot pink cord of my ear buds because this is the first time since October that my hair has been long enough to insulate my neck and I’ve stopped keeping hair ties on me. I don’t like to sweat, but I like it up here. Slats let in just enough light that I still feel like part of the the afternoon, and enough students pass by me that I feel present, listening to the doors sigh behind them before speeding to a crash. Each time a door is opened, the outside sucks air out from the air conditioned building, offering brief and sudden relief from Florida spring heat.
This is one of my favorite places on campus now. I feel calmer than I have in over a year and I’m less afraid of that feeling. I told my psychiatrist I’ll be defending my senior thesis in a couple weeks and he doubled my dose of Ativan. I’ve been taking that full dose, two milligrams three times a day as needed, while shutting up that part of me that says I should just tough it out, that my anxiety is natural and you shouldn’t tamper with what is natural in you. The pills let in just enough calm that I still feel like part of my life. The stretch marks spilling down my belly bother me less now. That’s probably in part because of the other pills I take, but I’ve been purposefully, agonizingly shifting my focus to the things I want instead of the things I don’t want. It’s hard sometimes, like stretching my neck to look up and away from my laptop after hunching over it with my back bent like a bell curve for months and months. My joints ache more than they should at 23, but I want to watch the finches.
CATS HAVE LIMITED OBJECT PERMANENCE AND DON’T ALWAYS UNDERSTAND THAT TWO DIFFERENT DOORS CAN LEAD TO THE SAME ROOM
#SO IS THIS WHY MY CATS ASK TO BE LET IN BECAUSE IT’S RAINING #AND THEN IMMEDIATELY GO TO THE OTHER DOOR AND ASK TO BE LET OUT AGAIN?
YUP, THAT’S WHY. CATS ARE BIG DUMMIES AND OFTEN SEE NO REASON WHY TWO DIFFERENT DOORS SHOULD LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE, SO THEY FIGURE THEY’LL CHECK IF IT’S ALSO RAINING IN THE OTHER OUTSIDE BEHIND THE OTHER DOOR.
WHEN THE PROPRIETOR OF THIS BLOG WAS A CHILD, THE KITCHEN LED INTO THE DINING ROOM, WHICH LED INTO THE LIVING ROOM, WHICH LEAD INTO THE FRONT HALLWAY, WHICH LED BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, SO WHEN THE CATS WERE HUNGRY, THEY WOULD CHECK THEIR BOWLS, SEE THAT THEY WERE EMPTY, AND WALK ALL THE WAY AROUND THE HOUSE TO SEE IF THE OTHER BOWLS IN THE OTHER KITCHEN WERE ALSO EMPTY.
apparently yes. yes it is.
finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck